A few months before we decided to sell our house, our girls chose to move into the same room. It was after they moved in together magnified how much unused space we really had, which led to the decision to downsize and find a better layout. Even though they could each have their own room in the new house, the girls still insisted on sharing the FROG (finished room over the garage) and called it the “apartment” since it was the only upstairs room in the new house. The room the day we bought the house, was an interesting florescent lime green. I told them they could pick how they wanted it decorated and they both agreed, and wanted “under the sea”. Just when I thought that I got off easy and just as every “Little Mermaid” theme came to mind, they quickly told me, no literally under the sea. Ooohhhhh….
Lately I have been asked a lot why I decided to write a blog about organizing. I should also begin that when I’m asked what I blog about I see people cringe and appear repulsed almost instantaneously. I get it, really I do, but I figured this was a good time to give you a little of my back story as we’re getting to know one another. Bottom line, I love to organize, I always have. When I was younger I was OBSESSED with my school planners, color coding, planning my school projects; the whole nine yards. As I’ve gotten older, organizing has taken on a whole new meaning. First when we had our own place, and again when we started having kids. Nothing felt better than pulling everything out, sorting through it, and purging it to my little hearts content. When cleaning up everything had it’s “home” where it belonged. *loving sigh*